Of ups and downs
My problem, a valley of repose,
Were flowers of serenity doze.
Were beds the mind on happiness,
That lies among the emptiness.
It is a place I do enjoy,
If it were not for my wives annoy.
For she wakes me up in constant sweep,
When I am in this pleasant deep.
I flounder in the ups and downs
The busy of her dos and rounds.
I try my best, the best I can,
For I'm no saint, only a man.
I really would she ring a bell,
Then shake me wake, it feels like hell
I do get up a little gruff
And speak to her a little rough.
But life is full of ups and downs,
Kings and Queens and crowns and clowns.